I sometimes wonder about myself. A couple weeks ago I had to go to the child support office, Was there for oh uMm almost 5hours!! uGh!! So anyways I got home about 2:45 PM, my kid was going crazy, I had my 5 year old cousin for a while, my grandma was coming over and I needed a break in all the hysterics to get a couple of things done before she got here. So what do you think I thought was an inspiration? * my lightbulb shines brightly * PLAY DOUGH!! uGh! Someone shoot me! Good Lord. If that wasn't the worst idea I have ever had, I don't know what was. This somehow became a much bigger mess than I had anticipated and it took 2 days to get it totally cleaned up. On top of my bright idea which turned out to be a big mess, it's a good thing that it is NON-TOXIC because Kalea ( my daughter ) thought it looked like a snack! I had to keep digging pieces outta her mouth, ears, hair, pull up, pockets, and did I mention EARS!!*SIGH* I know, you're sitting there calling me an idiot and are asking wtf I was thinking. I know most toys now days are labeled by age appropriate ages. And well, I guess it's too bad I don't read everything that I should. uGh if I EVER get the bright idea for play dough ever again someone just shoot me before I even get myself into a mess like that. Oh and did I mention they feed it to Charlie the dog too?! At least we will be able to see the bombs in the yard as they will be multi-colored. I still don't thing I got all of the playdough out of the bedroom carpet. Whoever thought up the idea of playdough should be SHOT!
